Light taps upon pane.
Snow again. Flakes, silver dark.
Now the time has come.
Dark mutinous Shannon waves.
His soul soared slowly, last end.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
Light taps upon pane.
Snow again. Flakes, silver dark.
Now the time has come.
Dark mutinous Shannon waves.
His soul soared slowly, last end.
words from James Joyce's "Dubliners" adapted into a tanka-style (5-7-5-7-7) poem.
